She absently plays
with the stitches across
her lips.
Her eyes
have more sky
than sky.
Laughter like wind chimes
she holds out her hands
to collect the rain
hides all her light
where nobody is allowed
and I’ve walked past her a million times
a million times.
hernanjmonzon.com 
Damn good:
“Her eyes
have more sky
than sky.”
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I think I started with that line and wrote the rest around it.
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That’s cool. It’s an outstanding line. Where you get that you have to build something with it. Again, great work!
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